Life: Good Party! House Party?

This Wednesday one is a bit delayed.

I've been looking at a lot of places that have had the buying potential. My friends, family and realtor have all said that I should get a condo, if anything. I quickly agreed. There is one I'm really interested in, but was reluctant to put an offer since it is fairly far from my work, according to the hostel owners I'm friends with. After much though, I've decided that I will put an offer on it as soon as I get back to London.

Last Saturday, the day I was planning on coming home to Ottawa, I decided to go to the company's Christmas party instead. It was quite worth it. I drank more than I ever should have, I talked with co-workers I rarely talked with, I got hit on by a dude (whom I wish to hurt now, more on that in just a sec), and I sang kareoke: In The End by Linkin Park!

I was sitting down with my date, whom is my cleaning lady and good friend. She was leaning on me, and I had my arm around her. Someone, whom was walking by, sat down with us. He kept saying things like, "I'm jealous that I'm not the one leaning on you," and, "We need to unsexify you, Mike." I do wish to hurt him now because, apparently, he was just joking.

After the party, I went down with a few other co-workers to grab a cab. All of a sudden, in the corner of all our eyes, we saw a huge fight start. It basically came down to ten people all kicking and punching this one guy. Within a minute, there were ambulances and police vehicles scattered all along the street. At which point, we all felt uncomfortable and felt the need to leave. There was a girl standing outside, that I had a talk with for a little while, and asked her for her phone number, just as a joke. Everyone enjoyed it. Finally, we all left, and tried to bring down some cabs. We finally got one, and we ended up sharing cabs, merely to get as far away as possible to the crazy fight - which may I add, was pretty exciting for the people looking in from the outside.

I'm in Ottawa now, and things are pretty relaxed. Nothing too exciting yet. I miss my friends here in Ottawa, and I hope to see them as much as I can.

Two of my Christmas gifts haven't arrived yet.

Life: Snow's Sanity

Last Thursday, after work, I left work and was struck with awe. It seemed as if the surrounding area around our office building was inside a light, glowing, yellow-ish bubble. All you could see were little dots all around you. It was like all of existence was in one place, at one time. It was as if time had stopped, infact, I had to just stop and stare.

I finally started to walk back home. Whilst in this sort of bubble, it made me imagine some sort of story. A sort of dialogue, between my two selfs. I thought I'd name them: Rob and Demetrius. Because, those are cool names:

Demetrius: ... I think we should just jump.
Rob: ... Why!?
Demetrius: Because. We're going to die anyway, so why not make it exciting!
Rob: But... We can't! We'll go to hell if we kill ourselves.
Demetrius: Go to hell? You kidding? What? All the people who kill themselves go to hell?
Rob: Yes.
Demetrius: How do you know that? What if it's the ones that DON'T kill themselves, go to hell?
Rob: ...
Demetrius: So fine, we'll assume you're right and that we'll go to hell if we kill ourselves. But - I'll tell you one thing - I'm already going to hell, 'mate! This is the least significant bullshit that God's really going to care about, I assure you.
Rob: Well, I ...
Demetrius: I'm doing it!
Rob: No! Don't!
Demetrius: He's going to kill us.

Demetrius jumps.

Rob: Oh for God's sake. Wait a second. That guy doesn't have a gun. He... He has a bottle of beer.

Now, you must understand, this was in NO way trying to be funny, etc.. It is merely a story I came up with while I was bored walking home.

Friday morning, I woke up, got ready, went outside, and saw these HUGE LONG icicles on the side of the house. So I grabbed one, threw it to the ground, expecting to hear a sound. I didn't hear anything. I tried it again. Then I finally looked down. There was snow up to my waist! I couldn't believe it. I walked through it, drenched my pants with snow/water, and finally escaped into the streets. To my surprise, at 6:30 AM, there were many others doing the same as I, walking on the streets. I even saw one person walking their dog, probably far from their home.

While I heard most people were troubled by the snow, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Very calming. The drivers were great too. Infact, the things that almost hit me were the people trying to clean the sidewalks, and not the cars that were SUPPOSED to be on the streets.

Back to my story. The last sentence relates to something I experienced about three days ago. I was going to my corner store, when I saw two people walking towards it too. They kept talking to eachother in a language I couldn't understand, nor identify. They then tried to get in front of me, to enter the store. They, in some weird way, tried to sneak into the store, and brieftly closed the door. But in the corner of my eye, when I decided to walk away since the whole thing made me uncomfortable, was one of the guys was holding something that mildly glimmered in the sun. Could of been a beer bottle. Could of been a gun. All I know, is the next day, when my friend Stacy and I went to the same store, the entire thing was locked up in a strange way.

Interesting enough, the day before I saw that, I tried to get into the store, and it was locked at a strange hour. The guy in front of it was trying to get in. He was stoned beyond belief, and smelt like it too.

I still have yet to buy bread.

Life: Mike! You're nuts! ...

... My boss said to me.

I've been trying to get a Nintendo Wii. Well, more like, watching people try to get a Wii. And once I see that stores appear to clear up, I'll pounce, and ... maybe buy a Wii. My boss is very aware of how much I want one. He even flaunts the fact that he has one and I don't. I asked him if he wanted to take it outside a few times - for reasons beyond me, he wasn't up for it.

Really, though, I need to buy a house first. And that is going pretty well. Finally found someone that took a 20 year old seriously. Maybe the other banks thought I was nuts too.

I must say, however, I am not as nuts as people think. At work, people from our publisher were visiting. And then, a co-worker of mine, sent me this message on MSN:

"I have a rainshower-style diareah awaiting to begin, but [our publisher] is here... can you guard the washroom door while I'm in there?"

He's awesome. So I did. We even did the whole Bond thing, and sneaked him in the washroom and all. I had to beat up two people trying to get in.

Another thing that makes me less nutty then the average, is that I'm psychic! After the incident mentioned in my other post, while I was walking home, I had the feeling that Tina and I would find ourselves going down on the elevator together, for the first time. The very next day, we were. She smiled at me, said she found what I said to her bothered her (again), I said sorry, and she accepted. Later on, apparently she had asked Stacy about it, and even then, she was sure what I suggested, actually did happen.

A father of a young boy renting an apartment under me is excessively aggressive.